The Ledger at Blackfriars
The rain fell on London like a verdict. Arthur Pendelton III stood beneath the gas lamp at the corner of Farringdon Street and Blackfriars Road, water streaming from a coat that was neither cheap nor expensive but chosen deliberately to suggest neither. His face, as Lady Eleanor would observe from her carriage two streets away, was the kind of face that invited confidence without demanding it....
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